The Frustrated Communist Architect Blues

Any resemblance between the following and any actual real life tour guide we had on our trip to Central Europe is purely coincidental.

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I’ve got those frustrated Frustrated communist architect blues [oh, lawd] I’ve got those frustrated Frustrated communist architect blues [yes, I do] So let me tell you, comrade, You don’t want to be in my shoes

When I graduated from college It was in the highest rank Then the iron curtain fell And I’m designing septic tanks [oh, lawd] I’ve got those frustrated Frustrated communist architect blues [oh, lawd] I’ve got those frustrated Frustrated communist architect blues [yes, I do] Roll over, Friedrich Engels, And tell Karl Marx the news

I said I would always follow The dictates of the proletariat The only thing I’m saying now is “Do you want fries with that?” [oh, lawd] I’ve got those frustrated Frustrated communist architect blues [oh, lawd] I’ve got those frustrated Frustrated communist architect blues [yes, I do] I wanted a revolution, baby, But they sure put out my fuse

I toed the party line I agreed that more is less But all that leaves me now Is a great big Brutalist mess [oh, lawd] I’ve got those frustrated Frustrated communist architect blues [oh, lawd] I’ve got those frustrated Frustrated communist architect blues [yes, I do] You cannot build with concrete Any abstract political views

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